The door of a hangar opened, letting the light invade the dark place.
At the centre of the room there it was: A black jetpack, with a wingspan of two meters. Two propellers built into the jetpack, leading to a form Andrea knew very well.Andrea: This... This is the B-2 Spirit.
Ursula: What is it?
Andrea: Ever heard of Northrop-Grumman?
Samantha: It probably doesn't exist still. Are they from Liberion?
Andrea: Yeah, they produced a stealth bomber very similar to this.
Ursula: Of this dimensions?
Andrea: Oh, no. It's a bomber with a wingspan of 20 meters, it can carry the atomic bombs.
Samantha: Enough talking, why did you call it a jetpack?
Andrea: The DRL tried to make some of this, it would seem that they stole your inventions, Hartmann.
Ursula: We won't let that happen, this time.
C'mon, try it.He wore the safety belts and attached himself with the jetpack.
Andrea: Ok, I'm ready. Give me the signal.
Ursula: It doesn't take off vertically, you have to come out here.
Andrea: Oh, my bad.
Samantha: Wait, let's see if you can start it.
Andrea: Ok... How do I do it?
Samantha: I'm not a Witch, don't ask me.
Ursula: You should concentrate and think explicitly on starting the engine.
Andrea: I... I'm trying.
Some seconds later, one of the engines started to function.
Andrea: Hmm, it's not much.
Ursula: Well, it's your first time.
Samantha: That's already something compared to the Striker Unit.
Mio: We have arrived, how's it going?
Ursula: He's starting the engine.
Yoshika: You can do it, Andrea, I also had that kind of problem at the start.
Andrea: ...The more the body makes contact, the more powers it gets.
I have an idea.Ursula: Need something?
Andrea: Could you give me my rifle? I have something to test.
Barkhorn grabbed he's rifle and gave it to him.
He looked for his bayonet, making sure it was sharp enough.Lynette: What are you doing?
Andrea: Contact.
He inserted the bayonet into his skin, he didn't say a word, but the expression was a simple way to express the pain.
Minna: Holy-!
Samantha: Why the fuck you did that?!
Andrea: I... Need more contact.
Mio: Mijafuji!
Yoshika: Understood!
Mijafuji used her powers to cure him.
He rejected 'cause the engines were starting to activate themselves.Andrea: It... It's working!
Ursula: But you can't dry out of blood, you have to stop!
The alarm made his way in the air.
A radio operator screamed the coordinates where to engage.
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Strike Witches: Fallen Humanity
General FictionWhat happens when a portal drags a child soldier in such a magic (And controversial) world as the one of Strike Witches? Who knows? Surely not me.